fallen short.

Dear me,

You have so many facets to who you really are. There is just not a single classification or stereotype for you. You are a Son, a Brother, a Friend, a Catholic, a Geologist, a Caver, an impoverished university student, an officer, and most importantly, a man.

We all know trying to keep up with everything that stands for who you are is tiring and sometimes seems almost impossible. At moments, I share empathies with you when you utter the words, Ich Kann nicht mehr, I too am finished when you say those words within your heart.

There are rules to abide, disciplines to regard, grades to upkeep, image to protect, passion to chase, God to worship, money to earn, books to read, people to protect, friends to keep, family to cherish, thoughts to pray, and words to hear. I know it seems, 24 hours is simply not enough.

There are those moments when you sit in the silence of the dark night and think; I need this silence to last. I know those moments when you are most alone, and most dark. People surround your everyday life, but yet, most of the time, it was as if, you are alone.

What is worth celebrating though, is that you are you, and if you hadn't had the very sentient thoughts that defined you, you wouldn't be here today. You've gone pretty far for a 22 year old. You've really done alot.

While its not time to pat yourself on the back, it is the moments of this very instant to seize! You have fought hard for the opportunity to study what you so passionately love, and fought even harder to maintain and feed the very growing passions, for which you have given up everything good that you have ever known.

It is not an issue of looking back, or reminiscing what you have lost, but it is the time to count your blessings and move faster, even faster, towards satisfaction. Forget what others expect of you, demand from yourself, the very best of your efforts!

Chin up my friend, because the end is still far.

Chin up!

Me.

A bowl full of cocopops is a bowl full of fun!!

After more then a month of hiatus, I'm back. Again. For good, I hope.

About a million and one things have happened since that one month; got pickpocketted in Manchester, moved into my new crappy house, went to Denmark and Sweden, went to London twice, went to the southern French alps for a good 10 days, went caving many times, got drunk even more times, went hiking on ingleborough, went for a rocky horror themed birthday party at a farm, and had alot of moments that were insane, depressing, stressful, fun, happy and what not. A bowl full of cocopops is a bowl full of fun!!

I haven't got enough energy to talk about everything thats happened.. but i can only recount a strange text conversation with chris this morning.

Me: Hey chris, I'm not coming in for the lect this morning. Sprained my ankle jumping off rocks in yorkshire.
chris: Bless. Honestly, were you chasing teletubbies.
Me: ... You know me so well ...

Other then that.. strange tunes have been stuck in my brain... of which, a bowl full of cocopops is a bowl full of fun is one of them.. not fogetting the infamous minibus song from france. And the random interjections of noerport from copenhagen.